09-06-2016, 05:44 PM
now don’t you understand…that I’m never changing who I am?
Following her time with Ruan in the meadow, Reagan found she needed a bit of space that might require the solace of the forest. So, turning that direction, she looked once behind her to see if anyone was behind—or following—and when she had the all clear, she disappeared into the trees, retracing her steps to the thicket that had brought her back here in the first place. The scars that Lexa had seen were essentially no more; they had been induced by magic, for effect no less. But the memories of her early days, before the Reckoning, were good ones.
Learning to live as a mortal was rough, but she found that she had a new sense of refreshment, and found her faith in God and Mary restored. She remembered the hymns and prayers of her youth, and instead of the focus being upon her powers, she found her focus was on her heart, and as she came back to the quiet place of her confession, her church—her shrine—she found herself saying another prayer that she would always be grateful for whatever she was given, and for however long she had it.
This was the focus of her sojourn. To remember what exactly on this earth was important. Family, Faith, and Love.
Without these things, nothing else matters.
Learning to live as a mortal was rough, but she found that she had a new sense of refreshment, and found her faith in God and Mary restored. She remembered the hymns and prayers of her youth, and instead of the focus being upon her powers, she found her focus was on her heart, and as she came back to the quiet place of her confession, her church—her shrine—she found herself saying another prayer that she would always be grateful for whatever she was given, and for however long she had it.
This was the focus of her sojourn. To remember what exactly on this earth was important. Family, Faith, and Love.
Without these things, nothing else matters.